Demi sat on the chair with an expression that one can't read. Her eyebrows might unite into one single brow any minute from now. She crossed her arms over her chest and huffed an annoyed breath. She looked at the smiling Kira and for sure, if looks could kill then Kira is sure dead now. Who would not if Demi was glaring at her and sending daggers with her eyes.
"Don't smile like an i***t there Miss Kira. I am waging a war here."
"Oh! I'm so scared Demi... Not! Hahaha! Why don't you want it? It's cute."
"Cute my ass. What you saying basically is some sick idea of yours. I don't know if that's pregnancy hormones that does the job but it really annoys the hell out of me."
"Wow feisty Demi. Just like what Marco said. I really love your tandem you know."
"God! That's ridiculous Miss Kira!
